Sword-Carved Skin - Detonation

Somewhere I’ll find the truth

Though I doubt, I wonder

Is there a truth to be found?

Where lies the soul of my being

The purpose of my presence

The theme that haunts me

Carved with a knife

On to my feeble skin

Several years before

Negative pulse arisen from shore

All my sense appeared gone

Yet reason came back to me

Sword-carved skin!

Like a storm, it made me forget

But still I remember

Nothing can drive this pain away

Though I doubt, I wonder

Is there are a truth to be found?

The days grow in sorrow

As the blood soaks the ground

The theme that haunts me

Carved with a knife

On to my feeble skin

«I feel the powers coming back

Closed wounds start bleeding again

The earth below my feet

Urging me to take command

Of this pathetic form of growth

We call life…»

I do not fear them

Though ignorance can be mistaken for

I only fear myself

Apparently I should